#today was good regardless

[crystallinemoonlight]

Soft vegaspete angst where when Vegas gets mad, it isn't what he does in his anger that hurts Pete, it's what he says afterwards.

Every time Vegas apologies, he ends with a plea for Pete not to leave, echoing what had been left unanswered in the safehouse. That's what hits Pete hardest. Not the shouting, not the violence, but the feeling Vegas doesn't believe him. It's that, no matter how many times Pete tells him he will stay, that he will endure any storm, Vegas still doesn't seem to trust his words.

It feels stupid, so Pete doesn't say, stays quiet when the apologies start, and pretends his tears are about the shattered plate, not Vegas being so cautious to hold him, as if expecting him to walk away any second. The apologies are always so careful, always trying to be what he thinks Pete wants to hear, and it's nauseating sometimes, how much it feels like Pete is standing where Vegas' father once was.

The thing is, Pete isn't scared of Vegas' anger, he's scared of Vegas' insecurities. He's scared that, one day, the insecurities will win, and it'll be Vegas who leaves.

[kirby-the-gorb]

they sent my wife home from work ostensibly for using a cane, even though it didn't interfere with her duties as a medical resident and the whole point was she was well enough to work with the extra support. (even the most charitable interpretation, that they assumed the presence of a mobility aid meant she was too ill to work regardless of what she said, is a serious issue.) happy disability pride month I guess, kirby's fixin to start whackin.

[sounwise]

One night, after closing time, Paul was back at Eaton Row with a party that included Sir Mark Palmer; Patrick Kerr, the dancer from Ready Steady Go!; and Viv Prince, the drummer with The Pretty Things; as well as a bunch of girls who had become attached to them in the Scotch. Tara was taking acid on blotting paper in the toilet, McCartney remembered in Many Years From Now, and offered him some. McCartney was unsure, but he accepted. According to Nicki, Tara didn’t actually take it that night. ‘Because it was Paul’s first time,’ she said, ‘he felt it was important for him to stay lucid just in case Paul had a bad trip. And what Paul did was he spent his whole trip looking at this art book of mine called Private View. He wasn’t interested in any of the females there. He wasn’t interested in listening to music either. He was just staring at this art book. I wish it had been more fun for him.’ Paul stayed up all night having what he described as a ‘spacy’ experience. He told Barry Miles that he saw paisley shapes and was super-sensitive to the fact that his shirtsleeves were dirty. He had an engagement the following day, but he couldn’t get it together. When Brian Epstein’s secretary tracked him down to Tara and Nicki’s mews, he told her he had flu and asked her to cancel his commitments for the day. John later said he thought Paul regretted taking it. Paul said it was something that he wouldn’t want to have missed but he would always have mixed feelings about what happened in Tara’s house that night. For all his ambivalence about taking acid, it would have a profound effect on him.

[—from I Read the News Today, Oh Boy, Paul Howard]

[trashbaget]

[an-absolute-nightmare]

me on every other day: marks are a scam and do not define your self worth, and everyone who says otherwise is a victim to the propaganda of the farce that is the indian education system

me after i score higher than expected on result day:

[upperranktwo]

How sad... that paradise does not exist. It’s a fairy tale that humans created with their imaginations. The gods and Buddhas don’t exist either. These people have been alive for decades yet they couldn’t understand something so simple. When you die, you just become nothing. You just stop feeling anything. Your heart stops and your brain stops. You rot and return to the earth. As long as you are a living creature, it is unavoidable...

Happy Birthday Lola ♡ @hey-its-lola-cola​

[alwaysbethewest]

May 2022

The path is built on sand A thousand years' worth Firm and narrow directing your feet Keep going forward And there is no chance of getting lost

Flowers line both sides Pale pink bell-shaped and Fat thistles budding and So many small orange poppies Cups eagerly open to collect the fog dew

All peaceful quiet except The ocean surf below Gently crashing waves And the funny bark of elephant seals Lazing on the beach

To your right the hill crests You scramble up it Anticipating Breathless The beauty still catches you by surprise

Blue ocean and White surf and Tan beach and Grey sky Everything vast and timeless

Limitless Like the breath in your lungs

Your mind is empty But in the best way Revelatory You don't need to get high when You have this

Quail on fence posts Deer roaming where they will Cows in the road You drive past slowly And stop to stare Locking eyes with a badger For the first time in your life

This was a wrong turn But it doesn't feel wrong Knowing you would have missed The quail and the cows and the hawk and The badger with its mouse dinner caught in its teeth

If every path takes you somewhere Maybe there is no getting lost

[prosecutors-gambit]

fran sprite edit based on this and this art by the very talented @blueskittlesart 

happy birthday blue !!

[dare-g]

Cross stitching is the art of taking an image you could easily recreate in any other 2D art form in a short sitting and making it take 50 times longer

[fantastic-nonsense]

EVERYONE SHUT UP I AM THINKING ABOUT TIM TAKING UP AN ORACLE-TYPE OPERATIONAL/INTELLIGENCE/LOGISTICS ROLE WITH A CODENAME TO MATCH

[love-songs-for-emma]

got nervous about going to class bc i havent been in awhile but then as my partner got up to leave for his class, (talking about my professor) he said: "she'd probably be happy to see u" and now i am Very emotional

[volot]

so there was a discussion i think a day or two ago in regards to pokemon and a trainer’s separation anxiety, and i took a little time to mull it over... i think at the end of the day, all of volo’s pokemon go through some form of panic without him. they never like to be away from him for too long, if it can be helped, if at all.

how to explain... again, i’m drawing parallels to cyrus and his commanders: their relationship is almost symbiotic in how they feed off of each other’s drive and will. i’ve said this before, but they look to him as a guiding torch: he commands them, he leads the way for them, he cares for them. what are they to do without him? who will be there to usher in the dream they share? it’s not any better that most of these pokemon, he’s had since their baby evolutions: they’ve been with him for quite some time, so if volo isn’t there or around, then their daily beat and march forward is thrown off rhythm. 

togekiss, garchomp, and h-arcanine are the biggest offenders. if it’s a case of knowing where he is and that he’ll be back, they become antsy and go through their own tics; arcanine whines and pants and paces, garchomp begins to gnaw and chip at things with its fins, togekiss will be restless and fly about in an endless course until she catches sight of him again, unable to be still. if he’s gone without any sort of heads up, it’s those three that will practically hunt him down until they’ve reached the ends of the earth -- although it’s very unlikely that this ever happens, because they’re always kept on his person.

volo, similarly, feels a discomfort and bubbles of nerves when he’s without his pokemon. back then, a wielder kept pokemon as means of defending oneself, as well as means of showing off their strength. while he’s perfectly capable of self-defense of some sort, not having the tools he wields will make him uneasy; they are his first-line of defense, and have been so for years now. it feels a bit like reaching for a weapon you always keep on you, only to find it isn’t in its holster or sheath -- there’s immediate panic in your chest, and being all too aware that you’ve been stripped of the power you control. though he may grit his teeth and persevere, there’s no doubting that his stomach twists.

i’ve talked about this in another post too, but this mixes horrifically with his abandonment issues. when he’s bested atop mt. coronet, shortly afterwards, he becomes increasingly paranoid that togekiss will leave him, due to it’s dislike of needless strife -- it’s a thought that frightens him and a delusion he convinces himself of, until togekiss proceeds to show good faith towards her unyielding loyalty towards him and his beliefs. there is no relief greater than it, knowing that although god has abandoned him and scorned him so, they will persist in supporting his ideals for the new world.

they may be tools in his eyes that he uses, and it’s a role they accept happily, but what is a tool when it feels akin to another limb? something solid, something necessary, a part of you?

[pepprs]

LOLLLLL not to liveblog this shit but i asked my s*per visor who is abandoning us (lol) to take a walk with me and she said yes. ok 😃

[raphianna]

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates!!

[andromeda-within]

I love Dream so much

[nerdstify]

Happy International Women's Day!